Dates and Obligations
As I sifted through the papers, something unusual caught my eye—dates circled in red. They were weekends he had always claimed were consumed by work commitments. A tightness gripped my chest as recognition dawned. These were the same weekends he swore he had to stay late at the office. Each mark on the page seemed to mock my misplaced trust, a silent testament to the lies those weekends had been built upon. The weight of betrayal settled over me, tilting my world as I grappled with the staggering depth of his deceit.
Dates And Obligations
Meticulous Records
Among the papers, I discovered meticulous records my husband had kept, detailing every expense down to the last cent. It was as though he trusted no one but himself to manage the logistics of these secret trips. The precision of his deception sent a chill through me, laying bare just how carefully he had concealed the truth. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. Who was the man I had married? The answers were laid out before me, stark and undeniable, in black and white.
Meticulous Records
